Ha ha. I suppose that drinking caffiene and relaxing are a contradiction in terms. I usually just have such a hard time trying to finish anything that I started because of all the interruptions and craziness that goes on at my place. Almost always, when I try to get a quiet moment with my horses, someone phones and gives us bad news and the person who took the call comes running out of the house to inform me of the bad news, and then I have to leave my quiet moment with the horses to deal with this new problem. On and on it goes. Some day I want to rip my phone cord out of the wall because no one ever calls with good news. I am kind of the appointed problem-solver in our family and at the office, so I don't get much rest.

That internal clock is something isn't it? My old mare is a talker. She pushes on the fence, sucks up her gut(or tries), looks pitiful and worried and talks and talks. Her son who is in the next paddock is also a talker, but he is just belligerent about it and now she has the gelding on her other side talking a little. I never used to hear a peep out of him.I guess this is why we all blog together...no one but another horse person could understand.

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A Word on Advice

In order to give advice, you first have to assume that you are more knowledgeable on the subject than the person you are advising. This can be insulting to the person receiving the advice.

I am a writer who loves to tell stories about animals. In order to hold the reader's attention, I often write stories that involve challenges or tension. Unfortunately, a lot of readers interpret this as an invitation to give advice on how to solve the problems portrayed in the stories.

My advice to you: Just enjoy, and appreciate being entertained.

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About NuzMuz

I am a part-time photographer, part-time writer, part-time property caretaker, full-time wife, full-time animal caretaker, part-time fabric artist, part-time amateur horse trainer, part-time amateur dog trainer, full-time time management failure -- not necessarily in that order. I have three Arabian horses: Bombay, Lostine, and Gabbrielle. I also have a Pembroke Corgi named Midgerator (Midge), a Chiweenie named Scrappy, and a tiny mystery Chi mix named Stewie.

The Cast

Bombay: 19 year old flea-bitten grey domestic Arabian gelding from the Khemosabi bloodline. First horse, acquired by us as a yearling.

Lostine: 29 year old chestnut Polish Arabian mare from the Enrilo bloodline. Acquired by us as a 13 year old broodmare.

Gabbrielle: 12 year old grey domestic Arabian mare from the Khemosabi bloodline. Acquired by us as a yearling.

Rock: 10 year old grade Quarter Horse from unknown bloodline. Acquired by us as a 6 year old trail horse.

Midge: 14 year old Welsh Cardigan Corgi dog suffering from diabetes, poor eyesight and poor hearing. Acquired by us as a puppy.

Scrappy: 17 to 18 year old black and gray Dachshund/Chihuahua mix with poor eyesight, poor hearing, and incontinence. Acquired by us as a 10 to 12 year old homeless pet.

Stewie: 4 year old tan and white Chihuahua/probably Min Pin mix. Found and adopted by us as a 6 month old stray.